Not unusual but sometimes annoying.She heard the door open I guess and turned her head and her mouth fell open. She stopped in mid-lift and her eyes g...t real big and then she squealed, rolled over to show me her fine ass and bulging vulva and started to crawl away. I pounced on her, pulled her to me and let my fast-hardening ram slide up her tight-lipped crack and poke at her tiny clit under its fold of skin. I don’t remember who showed where that thing hid, some girl I ate. She whimpered and I. Eventually, my hand swung above me as it popped free of its binds. I rapidly ripped the blindfold from my head and rolled over to free my other wrist. I could hear her on the porch only a few feet away from my head but on the other side of the wall outside talking to her friend. Oh my god… I never ever considered her not coming back alone! How foolish of me!No worries. My hands were free, I sat up and quickly as I could manage slid down toward the end of the bed feverishly trying to get. ”“Oh?” I asked, curious about her enthusiasm.Lia grinned. “Yep ‘cause when I put these on I need you to bone me like a ‘boudoir babe’?”“A ‘boudoir’ babe?” I asked, wondering at the difference.“Yep. That’s where you bone me and I keep the boots on.”“And I’m the kinky one?” I teased, Lia taking my hand and leading me to her room and her bed. Somehow boning on the ‘bear bed’ never felt like an option. Boudoirs and chaises? Much different.“Kinky? Oh you’re absolutely the kinky one,” Lia said,. Jones realized, and certainly made her look serious about this date."You look so beautiful," she said, hugging herself as she stood in the doorway."Thank you, mom. I really feel pretty in this dress," Carly smile warmly. "It's perfect." That's always how I felt when I wore it," Mrs. Jones admitted. I wonder if I turned my mom on, too? she did not add aloud."Where were you guys going tonight?" she asked, moving behind her daughter and squeezing her bare shoulder."He'd said something about doing.